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A New Education (Opinions) 25-12-2011
by Robbie
As a 15 year old student attending a school in Australia, I am well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of modern education. Yet increasingly we are seeing a new type of education - one that takes into account individual learning styles and the...

Sever and Strengthen (Opinions) 24-04-2011
by Robbie
Language. The defining mark of humanity. Of cultures; races, thoughts, secrets, news, lies, truth. Language presents itself to us as a necessity, yet at the same time language inherently sequesters and divides humanity. Are we lost in...

Short description: the harsh reality of war (Poetry) 20-10-2008
by Robbie
Missiles spiral overhead, Their now dull explosions integrating With the patterned clicks of guns, And the insidious crackle of hidden land mines Enfolding in a column of death and smoke Its petrified prize. The symphony of sounds...

The Beauty of this World (Poetry) 13-01-2009
by Robbie
Incandescent,pulsing,tendrils of warmth stroking lightly it's wind swept child, glissading over dew topped grass, breath brilliance, light and exuberance into the sun-parched flowers. The soft hum of sleeping forests, growing to twittering...

The Blessing of Music (Poetry) 19-12-2008
by Robbie
Music is a blessing. The sighing syllables and lugubrious laments Uplifted by soaring symphonies of infinite passion and beauty. Interspersed with discordant peals, obstacles, surmounted by the fluid, lucid sounds. Dancing slivers of...

The fugitive (Poetry) 11-08-2009
by Robbie
The fugitive was a frail piece of artwork. The tapestry of his skin intertwined with scars of futile journeys, limp limbs etched with the inevitability of death. Ostracized... Outcast... Forgotten... Eyes peeked from beneath his shawl-sanctum,...

Why Can't This World Ever Learn? (Poetry) 16-12-2008
by Robbie
Why can this World ever Learn? Never learn to nurture, together. Never learn to have peace, and equanimity. Never learn to hold on to the most precious things, and resist the relentless waves of world weariness and temptation enfolding you with...